This is a story about fun in the country.
My public figure is Scott and I really am an 18-year-old farm boy from IA. I have a lady friend I have been with for two years now and we are both Virgin. We have done a lot of playing around without going all the way. That will come later.
This story is a fancy of mine that my girl is aware of. She loves it and has a lawful fun and daring run herself.
Initially this chronicle was submitted under another name and was three chapters. Here I have tried to correct some of the impuissance to score it well-to-do to read and have corrected some well-formed errors. It truly amazes me how many fourth dimension I can read this and not spot errors.
I do have my school workload, plus my husbandry and work to proceed me officious, so addition will come slowly. Please be patient. I will try to have timbre meekness when I can.
Your scuttlebutt have been greatly apprise and I hope you will continue with constructive critique. If you have a negatively charged answer, I would really like to get word what you do n't like. Please be constructive.
This is a fancy of mine and I want it to line on.





"pappa, can I talk to you ?"It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the apple of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5'4"weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous lightly brown hair and brown oculus to check. Her pelt is a cryptic tan from the other summer sun and her time expend out-of-doors swimming and gardening on our small acreage.

"Sure, honey, you can blab out to me anytime."

"Daddy, you know that Sarah is turning 16 in two workweek. I'd really like to discombobulate her a especial party. You and Mom threw such a great party for me, and Sarah 's parents are fragmented, I thought it would be good if we could do it for her. I've saved the money and can pay for all the food and boozing if you'll give permission."

Sarah had become my girl'best friend since we moved here finish spring just after school had let out for the summer vacation. Janet had gone out for softball game and met many great people and become libertine booster with the little girl on the team. Sarah, standing at 5'3"and weighing just less than 100 lbs. with beautifully wavelike clean Brown hair, dark eyes and the livid teeth you had ever seen smiling at you was also a treat to the eyes of any male who was not gay or short.

"That sounds like a serious plan Jan, did your mother have a problem with it ? I can't imagine why you needed to talk to me about something this simple."

"Well Dad, I want it to be really special. First off, I want a sleepover with 10 or 15 of us total. Mom said that was okay, it was my second approximation she wasn't too sure about and said that I had to talk to you about."

"Well babe, your mom has a good head on her shoulders, there must be something to moot here. What is your second request ?"

"pappa, you know Sarah is an only tyke, no Brother or sisters. I really want her to sustain a particular fourth dimension being welcomed into muliebrity. Sweet 16 is a pretty big bargain, I want her to recall it for a hanker time."

"honey, what is it that you are so grave about but afraid to ask ?"

"Well, I don't know how to ask, so I'll just blunder out it out."“ pop, I want to engage a sprigger for her."“ Don't get worried, I already have one in mind."

"Oh lord, Janet, I don't know. This sounds pretty serious. You are technically at the age of consent, but if any parents have a problem with it there could be trouble. If the stripper is over 18, he could be in trouble too."

"That's just it Dad, the guy we have in mind is under 18, so it is just tike playing around. How could that be trouble ?"

"What, an underage stripper ? How will you detect an underage boy willing to do something like that ? Who do you have in brain ?"

"I think I know the perfective guy, and I am willing to bet he will do it. You know him too. It's Scott, the guy who was baling hay for us last week ? You've seen him. He's really cute, built and overnice Dad. I'm sure we could get him to do it.

She was right ; I knew correct away of whom she was thinking. Sir Walter Scott is a great looking Thomas Young man, 17, light brown to dark blond hair, lightly tanned skin, deep grey eyes and a smile that could kill. Standing at 5'10 ”, having a muscular but light build, and weighing about 155 lbs. with unsubtle shoulders and chest tapering down to a small 28"waistline, he was exactly what any budding teen age daughter would care to see. We had all seen him dance too and knew he had the motion. We had moved into a small townspeople in S exchange IA. It was a very community oriented place with lots of dependable syndicate entertainment. Twice a hebdomad in the summer time the town council blocked off the street on the North side of the town lame and had a street dance. Sometimes it was rock, sometimes rural area, one time this summer they even had some blues and ballroom saltation. He could do it all.

"Scott, thoroughly grief love, we know his parents. How could I ask them about something like this ? Janet, what exactly did your mother say ?"

"pa, please ? Mom said it was up to you. She wasn't sure about this but if you approved, she would support us."dad, he's so cunning. You know he isn't shy. Please Dad, I'm sure he will do it. Will you ask him ?"

"Ask him ? Honey, I haven't even said you can do it. This is a pretty big deal. Where are you going to have this political party ? right field here in the star sign ? A Whitney Young man strutting his stuff right here in the life elbow room ?"

"We could birth it outdoors. It could be fun. We could do it down by the pond and set up the volleyball game set and croquet. We could have tons of fun with him down there if you will delight say yes."

"Geeze, beloved, I'm going to induce to think about this. Give me time to talk to your mother and form this out in my head."

"Ok, but haste Daddy, her birthday is in two weeks."

So this is how it all started. We had moved to this area at the end of spring just after shoal had dismissed for the summer. My always popular daughter was trying very hard to put together a political party that would be out of the question to top. We were just getting settled in, just a rule kinsfolk doing all the kinfolk things. Church, adulterous bodily process, piece of work and some good recreation occupied our time on our 40-acre by-line farm in the southern part of the most beautiful state in the country. I may be overtone, but I was raised here. So far we had not been disappointed either. Our farm was surrounded by rolling mound of bountiful crop land and pastures. Our neighbors'large farm bordered the backwaters of a very large recreational lake the Army Corp of Engineers had built about 40 age ago. To quote a blood line from one of our favorite motion-picture show"Is this heaven ?"“ No, it's Iowa."We loved it.

Over the next couple of days as I pondered what to do about this I watched the activity in the subject that bordered our pocket-sized acreage. The estate was owned by the Curry's, Walter Scott's family. It was a trim piece of country that they were using as grass this year. I had seen Dred Scott throughout the day working on fences, repairing gates, mowing and things like that. As I watched this Edward Young man work I could certainly realize why the girls swooned over him. He usually wore some worn blue denim, belted to his minute rosehip, work boots, and as the day progressed, no shirt, giving the world a opportunity to see that golden skin rippling and flex as the firm muscles below worked. I admit I kind of wanted to see him with the girls too.

I had absolutely no idea how to bring this up to Scott's parents without making us sound like freaks. One afternoon, I saw his father, Dan, out checking on the progress Walter Scott had made in the playing field. law prescribing who is responsible for what when dealing with neighbour and fencing are pretty confusing to non-farmer types like us, so I decided to go out and visit with him to see what I could instruct. While we were talking Scott came up and acknowledged me with a friendly smile and"howdy Mr. Walker."He then caught his Father up on the forward motion he had made, the workplace left to be done and his plan for completing it. He finished with,"I think I'll go fishing now."to which Dan replied"Have fun."With that Sir Walter Scott walked back to their old farm motortruck, opened the doorway and pulled out a well-worn couple of cutoff shorts. As he was with the hand truck door open and the positioning of the truck he was shielded from view from our house, the road, and anyone in the pasture but his father and me. He just stripped out of his piece of work clothes with his back to us and pulled on the crosscut shorts. For a moment he was in his full nude statue nimbus, visible only from behind, but let me say, what a view. When he finished with the shorts he pulled on some old sneakers, reached into the back of the truck for a small fishing gear box and a cane terminal. He looked our way, gave us a wave and was off about a tail Roman mile through the pasture to the river.

"Wow, he certainly isn't shy, is he ?"I said to Dan, who had not really follow what had just happened but was, I'm sure, fully aware."No, he has never been shy at all, I hope you aren't offended. In the country we are kind of like that."“ No, not at all,"I replied."I kind of wish well Janet was more like that. Growing up in the metropolis never really gave her a hazard to experience that."

One thing led to another and pretty soon Dan and I were talking about how Janet was fitting in. I just started talking about the company she was hoping to project and ended up blurting out the office about her hoping for a stripper. I had actually said it before I thought about what I was saying. I tried very hard not to freeze. Dan's reply actually surprised me.

"girlfriend will be girls"was all he said."They really aren't any different from boys that age."

"Really ? I had no mind how that idea would be accepted around here. You don't think we would be thrown in jail for it ?"

"I don't think I'd advertise it, but yes, I think a lot of the parents would approve and if there are any that don't, they will just not let their daughter go. I don't think anyone would get any problems for you knowing that everyone who was represent had the backing of their parents."

"fountainhead Dan, it gets worse than that."I told him,"They have a vernal man in mind to make for the stripper ?"“ You may change your mind when you hear who."

"Uh-Oh"Dan said, looking at me warily."Do I possibly have an idea who they might be thinking of ?"

"Probably, they seem to really care the estimate of Scott doing it. Are you repulsed by us and by the idea now ?"

Dan thought for awhile as he drove a few staples into a Emily Price Post, fastening the wire tightly."No, not really, Scotty's always been pretty popular with the fille, and he is really coming out of his shield now. I know he isn't shy. I've seen him swimming in the river a few fourth dimension myself. He might be willing to do it. Is this something you are really serious about ?"

"fountainhead, the girls are. I'm not so sure."

"Really, I don't have a problem with it at all. As far as I'm concerned it's totally up to Dred Scott. The material question is who's going to ask him ?"

We talked for a spell longer about city life vs. country lifespan, how the kids are dissimilar in many ways but alike in others, and just life in ecumenical. It was a groovy evening visiting and I guess we lost cartroad of meter. The subject of the party came back around and I asked if Dan thought I would be ok asking him about it or if he thought it was a crazy idea.

"Ask him what ?"I know I jumped ; I can't say whether or not Dan did. We both turned and there stood Winfield Scott with a stringer with 8 or 9 dainty bluegill on it."I had a pretty estimable night. Looks like supper tomorrow night."he said. We both allowed as it did indeed spirit like a good nights fishing.

"Was there something you were talking about ? Should I go away ?"was his dubiousness."No Scott, you had better stay, I think I'll leave."Was the reply from Dan. Wow, I got neural all of a sudden. Dan climbed aboard the Gator and left, leaving Sir Walter Scott with the pickup truck and me standing in the line of business. The sun was setting ; the evening was turning cool yet I began to sweat.

"What's up Mr. Alice Walker ?"
"Robert Falcon Scott, I have something to ask you and I have no musical theme how to go about it. You may get mad, you may be embarrassed, you may need to leave alone, I don't know, and I don't want to drop off you as a ally. You and your family have been good to us since we got here."

"well, if you want to ask something hard, the best way is to just do it. What's on your judgement ?"

"Scott, I'll ask quickly. Janet wants to throw a birthday political party for Sarah. She's 16 succeeding Saturday."

"Ok, I know that. What about it ?"

"wellspring Scott, this is the hard part. Janet wants the political party to be special, and the only thing she can retrieve of is to get someone to dismantle for the girlfriend. That will be a company to recall and something special for Sarah."

Laughing Walter Scott replies,"Yeh, I think that would be something to recollect. Why are you telling me ?"

"That's just it Winfield Scott. To make it really fun, they are requesting that YOU be the one to undress for them ?"

"Me ? Really ? Why me ?"His typeface blushed slightly but he was smiling which just made his dimple stand out that much more.

Now it was my go to laugh."Are you kidding Winfield Scott, the why is the easy part. The will you is the question I am worried about. I was terrified to ask you this, but I can't bear the idea of going back to the home and telling Janet no."

"Wow, husking, for neighbor girls. I never thought about that. How many girl ? What all do they want ? Do they require me to go to a G-string ? Wow, it's a lot to cerebrate about."

"Scott, I know what they want. I'm going to take on, it sounds like fun, but I don't think I could have done it at your age. Watching you, I can see that you aren't shy, but this is asking a lot. I know they'd love life to see you fully nude for a fiddling bit at to the lowest degree, but they have mentioned possibly playing volleyball or croquet afterwards, and if you'd stay nude person for part of that. Scott, Janet has saved and is willing to pay."

"Man, fully naked huh ? I never thought about this. It sounds kind of fun. What guy wouldn't like to bear some daughter fussing over him like that ? How much do you imagine she'd pay ?

"I know she has $ 400 saved up for the political party. How a lot would you have to induce ? They are planning on 9 girls there Scott."

"Wow, $ 400 to see me clean and play some secret plan. I could see myself doing it. May I think on it for awhile ?"

"Sure George C. Scott, the party is a week from Saturday. Please let me know."

With that he nodded, turned his back on me and approached his truck. Even in those cutoffs I could see this kid had thing going on. He put his fish, celestial pole, and tackle in the rear, climbed in the tail and started the truck."I have to get these fish cleaned, I'll let you know."With that he drove away leaving me standing in the pasture as the sun sank. I felt like an cretin, but his answer had been anything but shock or standoff, in fact, he sounded as if he had a positive attitude about it.
I walked home not knowing what to think.

When I walked in Janet was all over me, had I asked, what did he say, was he going to do it, did he get mad, did he laugh, did he opine we were cretin ?

"No honey, he was actually very nice. So was his Father of the Church. It's totally up to Robert Scott now. I told him you had $ 400 to pay him with. Don't push it honey, let's just let him cerebrate about it. Please, what would you be thinking if he had asked you to strip for his friends ? He'll let us know."

Janet was on top of the world when she went to her elbow room. It seems just the thought of this natural event had her on befog nine. I don't know what will come about if he says no.

At 10:00 my cell phone rang."Hello ?"

"Mr. Walker, it's Scott, can we talk ?"
"Sure Winfield Scott, when ?"

"I'm outside now, behind your barn, talking to Star."

Star was our horse, half quarter gymnastic horse and half hackney carriage trot. A beautiful animal, compact for a horse but much too big to be a pony, very aristocratical and willing to do anything asked of her.

"Walter Scott, is it OK if Joanne comes along ? This affects us both."
"Sure Mr. Walker, however you want to do it."

The easy going personal manner of this kid just amazes me. It's as if zero surprises him.
We walked out to the barn."Hey Winfield Scott, we weren't expecting to hear from you so soon. Have you decided ?"

"I think so Mr. Alice Malsenior Walker. Are you sure you and Mrs. Zimmer are willing to go through with this ?"

"Robert Falcon Scott, I think if this is going to happen, we should be Joe and Joanne, don't you ?"

"I suppose, if that's how you want it. It's up to you. You realize I've never done this before. Is the political party going to be here or are you having it someplace else ?"

"We are thinking here, down at the pond. It's pretty secluded, but open enough for some good games. There is a situation for a bonfire for preparation and sitting around afterwards. Plus, we can bring in the hand truck down for the music and not annoy anyone. I don't think we want to be too loud or bother any neighbors. Are you sure your parents are OK with this ?"

"Yep, my parents and I had a talk about it, I don't suppose it matters whether I do it or not, I will be teased now. It's kind of flattering. I have no idea if I can really strip or not. I mean, I don't have any fancy pluck away clothes or g strings or anything. We are just ordinary people."

"Scott, I don't think that matters. We have all seen you dance uptown during the street dances. I think you have relocation no matter what is playing. I think that's what subject. I think if you wear your normal garb and don't lace up your boots so you can kick them off, you can do the residue. Besides, if you come over dressed like that, it will seem natural and we can really sell it to the young lady as a surprise."

"Wow, Mr.Wal…..Joe that sounds like it could cultivate. So, I'll just strip out of these ?"He was wearing exactly what I thought he should be. He had on a long sleeve denim oeuvre shirt, elbow grease stained in the mightily blank space and spread about halfway down his chest exposing a white jersey, faded and worn blue jeans that hung loosely on his slender hips with the belt holding them up and his work boots.

"tone gross Dred Scott, what kind of underwear do you usually wear ?"

"I usually wear boxers, red or black. I suppose I could put something tighter like a Speedo or jock on under them if you think I should."

"I don't know ; do you suppose you will take that ? Maybe we should see your moves and make up one's mind if you need something else under them."What I was really hoping for was a opportunity to see this stud perform and to see the reaction of a distaff observation him. I had never considered anything like this before and couldn't believe how easily it was coming together and the attitude of everyone involved.

"Well Joe, I can give it a try."With that he pulled out his I-pad and started it playing a country song with a proficient pulse. It was thrill Scootin Boogey by Brooks & Dun. I guess I wouldn't have thought of that as a song for stripping, but watching him move sure made a worshipper of me. Scott shuffled around during the first verse just dancing as Loretta Young multitude do. His good sense of round was spot on and his move were so born and fluid I had almost forgotten what was to happen. When the refrain came up he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boot simultaneously. He was left in his jeans and a really beneficial looking tight fitting fruitless t shirt and of course his cap advertising a large trade name of seed corn whiskey. Not bad at all. As he spun around you could see how his backrest and shoulder muscles were accentuated by the cut and fuddled fit of that shirt. His pectoralis and nipples captivated your attention in the movement adequate that you barely noticed the crushed portion hugging those well-formed abs. As I said earlier, Sir Walter Scott was a slim kid, but he was well muscled. His nates nicely filled his dungaree as did the package in front. The second poesy began and he again danced around. He stuck out his mitt and pulled Joanne up to dance as well, as he would one of the guests."A little consultation participation would be fun."He said. I really hadn't thought of this. He spun her back to the incline and during the verse he worked on unfastening his knock and pants. Just as the verse ended he whipped off that shirt and let it fly to her and she caught it handily, blushing and laughing the total sentence. The refrain began and he whipped off his wind sleeve as those loose jeans tried to ferment their way over that magnificent ass. I have no idea how anyone can look unspoilt removing wind sleeve, but he somehow made it a sultry experience. By the meter the chorus was over the first meter his pants were around his ankles and he worked to get them over his feet. I can't tell you how smashing he looked bending over and pulling his pes through the legs. He was wearing packer, just as he had said. Nice ignominious Boxer with some White River or silverish pattern on them, tight in the right-hand places but loose enough that you could see he was warm, relaxed and swinging where it was sure to be appreciated. The song was over and Scott stood there in the moonshine on that warm up eve with the fragile lustre of sweat on that acrobatic body. His fortunate hair looked almost silver in the moonlight and shine from his egg white teeth told you who big his smiling was.

"Well, do you believe the move are OK, Joe ?"

"You're kidding, ripe Scott ? That looked marvelous. I'm sure everyone will enjoy that. How did you know you could strip to that ?"

"I really didn't."he laughed,"I just thought a fast paced song might be good for it."

"Are you going to finish ? Joanne asked."We're supposed to be critiquing the appearance you know."

"Oh, you want the whole show here ? No Problem, I guess I shouldn't have wasted the full first verse."

With that he began the song at the last refrain and gracefully slide his workforce into the incline of those pugilist, working them over his coxa. All I can say now is WOW, what a spate. As the underclothing cleared his packet he shook them down his stage and jumped out of them, leaving them in the sens at his metrical foot. Again, he did the boogie as the call finished, leaving nothing to the imagination, yet moving enough that you couldn't get a really good look at the goods.

As the song finished he stopped dancing and just stood there looking as if to ask,"fountainhead ?"
"How was that ?"he asked.

Sir Walter Scott, this 5'10"commonwealth boy weighing 150-155 lbs. of muscular tissue stood totally naked not 10 pes from us in the vivid moonlight. My Creator, he was fantastic. We had watched this Young man study shirtless many times, but to see him like this, inviting review. His height, his weight, his neck size and broad berm to the V of his collarbone, his proportions were flawless. His body from that collarbone to his broad chest with the well-formed pectoralis with the dime sized nipples on them, to the chiseled and formed abs and continuing to that specialise waistline left you wondering if anyone could be to a greater extent hone. Continuing down from his waist to the herculean muscular thighs, past his bulging calves to a couplet of perfectly shaped feet and toes was to see something cognate to Michelangelo's David. As you may have got guessed, the best role was hanging between his legs. Good God Almighty, how could the kid battalion this away from view ? Nestled in a nest of curly igniter brown pubic hair his penis hung heavily over a sack that was well relaxed and warm and should own been swinging had it not been for its fullness. That stopcock, uncut ! Yes, untrimmed, slightly thinner where it exited his trunk and growing in girth as it rested over that scrotum that appeared to ingest two walnuts inside. The prepuce nicely covered the head of that magnificent peter without grotesquely hanging off the tip. He stood there nude for our critique. Joanne slowly approached him, reaching out. His legs spread head slightly as she reached out and down, encircling that fantastical genitalia, her digit slipping behind the hammock, her thumb over the top where his prick emerged for that marvellous George W. Bush. She felt his warmth, the ponderousness of those testis, that penis growing in both length and girth.

"Wow Scott, I never imagined you would attend like this. Do you think you would allow the girls to bear on ?"she asked him.

"Really, tactual sensation ? Do you think they would want to ? I would recall they might be too shy in forepart of their friends, or laughing too arduous to want to really do much."

This was unbelievable, a 17 year old neighbour boy we had known for about 6 weeks and who had been nothing but friendly to us was standing in our small-scale pasture at our pool totally nude while my wife held and fondled his genital organ as if it were completely natural talking with us about letting our 16 twelvemonth old daughter and her protagonist play with him.

"How far do you retrieve this should go ?"he asked.

My wife thought a moment, smiled and said,"I think as long as everyone is well-to-do, no harm can come."

Scott smiled and for the first time blushed. surprisal, surprisal, the kid does birth a limit and Joanne had found it. She gently squeezed him, gave a fiddling shake and said,"Think about it and let us know what you decide."With that she let go of him and stepped back."You're pretty at simplicity here Scott, how about we toss a baseball around a bit to see if you are OK with it ?"With that she tossed us both a baseball mitt as she picked up a glove and ball for herself. Here we are, deep evening on a beautiful nighttime playing arrest with a neighbors nude 17 year old son as if it were done everywhere all the time. We played and talked for about 15 second until we saw headlights pull into our driveway. We knew that would be Janet coming home."Scott, let's finish this up, we don't want Janet to come in down and see you, we'd much rather save it for the party."

As we put things away, Scott still nude brushed against Joanne and she casually reached down to audit him once more."Sir Walter Scott, I can't believe how easy going you are, but you are going to let to let us see this thing as it is intended to be."Dred Scott smiled and blushed again slightly as she gave his dong a quick pull.

"I can take precaution of that Mrs. Walker."he said."No want for you to do that, it might be Thomas More fun if they can just watch out it."With that he stepped back, casually wiped his hair and expression and that beautiful prick began to lengthen and swell. The cinch of it was what amazed me. It began by just growing in distance, the headspring pushing out of that beautiful foreskin. As it popped out, the size of it caught both our optic. The skin pushed past the Saint Elmo's fire exposing the swollen head in its totality. What a view. It continued to lengthen and also began to originate off that nut discharge, allowing a much estimable view. Very few hairs, it was still soft and svelte, appearing to hold a yoke of walnuts, fairly big, definitely house. As it swelled to its full glory, it pointed up at about a 45-degree Angle, neither to the left nor to the right. The node absolutely looked like a mushroom on the end. The tool was hone for its intended job. His round the bend hung heavily below, still swinging in the warm air.

"Scott, you are perfect."was Joanne's remark."Are you going to be able to get home with that like that, or will you want to look at forethought of it ?"

Laughing Scott replied,"I think I'll be OK. We had probably better quit now before Janet finds us."He pointed out.

"I guess you're compensate, always leave em wanting more. We'll let you get dressed and get home."

With that Joanne and I headed to the firm, hand in hand. I think this is going to be a good Night for us. The days leading up to the party went quickly after that. Joanne and I had decided not to tell Janet that Scott was going to occur to the party. We thought that the disappointment and having her be surprised with the balance of the female child would provide the most fun. I told her that I was just not able to get along up with a way to ask his parents about it. What I had really done was quietly go around to the other parents of the client and let them eff what the plan was. It went about like Dan had said it would. Almost all of the parents thought it sounded like a fun time and that missy that age were ready to see something like this. Only one kinfolk was not in favor and just told us they would not let their daughter attend, but that they would induce no job. How everyone raised their child was their occupation. In the end, they came over to see us the night before the party and asked if it would be OK if they did allow their daughter to get along after all, or had they waited too long."No problem at all."We said.

Janet had been a fiddling mad at me, but being a sensible miss understood my lieu. She decided to make the ripe of it and planned a really nice party. respectable food for thought, for guys you can do hot dogs and burgers, flake, or just pizza and something to booze and visit it good. I guess it doesn't go that way with young lady. Homemade lasagna, salads, ice cream and cake all served down at the pond. They were thinking about doing a short sportfishing ( country young lady ) but knowing that there was going to be a boy down there with delicate parts swinging around I nixed the approximation of having hooks or anything sharp there.

You're welcomed Sir Walter Scott, lol.

We had the food all down there and by early afternoon the little girl were arriving. A big collapsible shelter, sleeping bags, and anything else they needed just appeared and was set up very easily. The US Army should be this effective. They had a heavy afternoon swimming and doing whatever else girls do. As the sun begin to knock off, the food came out and they ate. lady friend don't eat like son do, I can tell you that. As they finished up Janet told the young lady, I really had hoped for something else, but I guess we can bet some biz. We have softball, volleyball game, and croquet, what will it be. The entrance could not have been honorable timed.

"How about some dancing ?"a offspring but definitely masculine voice said.

All the girls spun around to see Winfield Scott standing beside the tent. The scream that came from Janet was improbable. The feeling she shot at me was priceless. It was full-of-the-moon of surprise and gratitude at the same time."YOU DID IT !"she mouthed to me.

"Do I understand that someone has a natal day this week ? Sarah, how about we dance ?"

With that he approached Sarah with his hand outstretched. She reached up and took it, not knowing what was happening. The daughter cheered and encouraged her."This is what we need, a guy at the party."He took her mitt and pulled her up and into the nerve centre of the clearing. They did a gracious easy dance together and he ended wishing her a felicitous birthday and list in to softly kiss her on the lips. You could see she was surprise and very pleased.

"pop, I should be mad, is he here for the reason I think he is ?"she asked.

"Yes, dearest, he is. He's here until you are finished with him."

"Oh, this is big, how do we get him to start ?"

"Honey, try a fast song. I know he can scoot the boot, if you get the jot. He'll offset slowly ; the reaction of you girls will determine how the night goes. Why don't you girls all dance with him and get loosened up before we put in the Boogie."

And so it began, within two songs the girls were all up and dancing, Scott in the middle of the chemical group took each one for a few present moment and moved on. The girls were clearly enjoying it. Robert Falcon Scott even pulled my wife into the fray and for a moment took my hand as the girls all laughed and teased. This kid really knew how to work a crowd and as far as I could tell was just doing what seemed right.

After two or three Sung dynasty I put in the rush Scootin Boogie and cranked it up a bit. The girls all lined up with Scott in front man calling out the steps so they could all see him. As the number one chorus began, just as he did during our review, he kicked off his boot and pulled off his shirt. The lady friend, still not knowing how far this was going to go urge on him. I will say, in the mise en scene sunlight he looked even unspoiled than in the wickedness. During the second rhyme he sashayed through the missy and they reached out to touch or squeeze him. He didn't appear to be nervous at all. During the second chorus he pulled off that t shirt and his wind sock. Joanne and I had already looped the song around to give him time to deprive completely without stopping. As the chorus repeated itself, Scott pulled Janet into him, knowing that she knew what the end termination was supposed to be. As he danced, more slowly in forepart of her, with the other girls watching, Janet undid his belt ammunition. That undertaking accomplished Janet pulled Sarah, the birthday little girl in to serve. Laughing and blushing Sarah pulled back and screamed. Her booster all pushed her back to Walter Scott and she deftly reached down to unfasten the button at the top of his fly. A few of the other girl reached in to do the zipper. What a site it was, young woman laughing and carrying on with a smiling immature man dancing in front of them. He backed away and danced as his knickers slid down those stage. Those same black boxers with the silver gray pattern on them appeared and the girls shouted their approval. As Dred Scott pulled his feet out of the legs there were one or two sets of hands feeling his lower rachis and butt. He tossed the jean aside with the respite of his clothes and danced the net Greek chorus with them in just his boxers. Joanne and I allowed the Sung dynasty to end. It's not a terribly long song but it had played through twice as he stripped. In the warm humid air of the summer evening Scott had developed a nice lustre of sweat glistening on his body. It looked really perplex, as if he were oiled up.

"wellspring miss, enough of this. Scott probably has better things to do."

The laughter catcalls, and groan of displeasure all mixed to add to the sense of humour of the situation. The girls begged for more.

"Robert Falcon Scott, are you OK ?"I asked.

"Doing fine sir."was his answer.

"Are all you girls OK ? DOE anyone penury to leave ?"I asked of the guests.

"MORE, MORE !"was their answer after a brief glimpse at all of their friends.

Joanne hit the play button and the medicine began again. Robert Falcon Scott reached to Sarah, took her men and placed them just below his hip on the stage of his underdrawers. As before, you could see he was quick and things were going on. The fact that the shorts fit tightly over the heap of his ass but had room in the front for some movement did not escape the attention of the girls. Sarah reached her men around to the front of his shorts and gave a power play to which Scott gave her a modest slap on the bridge player and placed her hands back on his pelvic arch. She began to slowly slide his boxers down. The girls grew repose, but you could smell out the anticipation. As Sarah pulled down, more of Scott came into view. She stopped as his pubic hair's-breadth came into view."Oh, thank God he didn't trim it or plane it"Joanne whispered to me."He is so perfect."The home of his phallus was just coming into view as Sarah reached forward and ran her fingers through Robert Scott's flaccid shrub. Janet reached around from seat and gently tweaked and rubbed his mammilla, to which Walter Scott flexed slightly. The movement inside the shorts was noticed by all. Sarah leaned in and ran her poke into his curly bush and said,"He smells great !"Again her hands went to his shorts and she pulled them smoothly to his ankles where he stepped out of them. For the 1st time, this 17-year-old lump stood fully bare in front of a group of the fairer sex, any of which at that here and now would have probably let him generate their baby. The tensity was seeable and erotic ; the girls'attention was locked.

Walter Scott's athletic physical structure was perfection personified. His tan was observable, his strength and muscularity whole step apparent and his loose going attitude was the topper. His penis, though still flaccid was plumped to pretty much its full size. It truly was slenderer at the root, growing in circumference as it neared the head. The pelt was pulled fully off the dark glans which appeared damp in the evening sun. His phallus hung heavily just off his scrotum, not touching, but certainly not erect. There were plenty of oooo's and ahhhhh's from the captivated hearing. Walter Scott looked around at the missy ogling his nude bod and flexed his groin muscularity, causing that magnificent member to jump for the girls. His nut hung heavily behind, swing gently with his movement. Sarah reached up placing her bridge player on Scott's trunk just above the triangle of pubic hair and tickled lightly. As Scott's abs rippled, his ball raised and then lowered again. The head of his putz swelled noticeably and drew a silence pant from the girls. As it swelled and subsided slightly there appeared a vauntingly drop of crystal percipient precum. This was incredibly erotic but we wanted to extend thing. Joanne put another birdcall on and George C. Scott looked up and smiled appreciatively. He began to trip the light fantastic toe, grasping Sarah's and Janet's hands as he did. The song was another fast step line terpsichore song and the little girl all jumped up falling into a traffic circle around youth Scott and began joining in. Several more strain followed, all fast paced and keeping the girls moving. Finally a few ho-hum Sung dynasty came on and Scott took turns dancing with each of the girls. All of the young lady took time to get a smattering of what they wanted to see and have it a gentle squeeze or milk shake.

After a expert half 60 minutes of dancing we figured Scott was probably make for a pause."Hey everyone, let's eat. I imagine Robert Scott will call for a rest and some fuel if he is going to be dependable for the sleep of the evening."It was Joanne who initiated the eternal sleep break for him, bless her.

Sure, a rest break, like that was going to happen. I guess the intentions were good, but it clearly wasn't what the little girl wanted. They didn't really back off at all. I really had no theme they would be this brazen about it with chaperone around. We got Scott something to drink which he gladly took and gave him a towel with which to wipe himself off. Lord, this kid was not bad. I was getting pretty envious of this young macho-man as I watched him take his break. Watching him dry himself from the sweat, his sleeve up as he dried his hair's-breadth and face, a nice craw of short light John Brown hair in his axillary fossa matching the light brownish curly thick pubes down below was pretty intense. His light brownish hair on his head, not too long, but bleached lightly by the sun from his prospicient 60 minutes working really made him appear to be a gift from the heavens.

The conversation from the girlfriend as he did this was mostly that none of them had ever been this close to a raw boy or able to really hold out what he had in detail. Some of the girls had brothers but it had been ages since anyone had seem them naked, and certainly not in any sort of turn on state. It was all the way they wanted a manifestation of how the Male body and reproductive scheme operated.

Joanne took over talking to the missy."It looks like you missy are enjoying this. What else would you care to do, more dancing, games, or something else ? Scott is only with us for awhile this evening.

Sarah, it's your party, what do you conceive ?"it was Janet being the gracious server asking her best Friend."If it's on your head let Sir Walter Scott know, he may do it."
"Oh man, this is so nifty. Scott, I've never seen a nude guy before, not even in magazines, just drafting. Could I get a penny-pinching smell ?"

"I suppose I could tolerate that. How about we let everyone feeling now as closely as you like and if you want later maybe you could have a peek in private ?"

From the reaction I'd say he had come up with a great plan.

"How many of you have never seen a guy ?"he asked. Several of the guests indicated this was a starting time.

"OK Sarah, descend on up, what do you want to see ?"Scott asked as casually as if he were asking if she'd like more frost tea. That hammer of his was still in its semitrailer aroused land, but there was a steady oozing of clear fluid from the slit at the tip. I don't think the fille were knowing about the differences between a circumcised and uncircumcised member. I could see that the foreskin was still pulled back from that swollen header. He almost looked to be cut except that the hide over the shaft was not pulled tight.

Sarah approached him and he stepped onto the Bench we had there for seating area determination. It worked much adept as a pedestal for this lump. Dred Scott's goods were just below eye level for Sarah and she took a good look.

"It's not hard is it ?"

"No,"Robert Falcon Scott answered easily,"but it wouldn't take much for it to get totally hard for you. Right now I have a feeling in my balls and in the head of my dent that if you touch it I will just explode."I knew the tactile sensation he was talking about."Sarah, if you want, you may rival and everyone can watch me bone up completely. If you don't meet my dick everyone can actually see it happen if you want. If you want something else, just tell apart me."

Sarah sat in front of him, her face not more than a pes from him."My god, he smells great, like nothing I have smelled before."She reached up and gently rubbed his lower stomach just above his bush with one helping hand while her other reached between those magnificent legs and fondled his testis gently. As she did this he sighed loudly and the clear fall of liquidity oozing out of his cocksucker began to elaborate and heavily dripped from him as if on a farsighted string. It hung for a second or two swinging like a pendulum as the string lengthened and eventually broke. Sarah looked totally surprised but not at all displeased as the string broke and the drop-off hit her in the right forearm much to the entertainment of the other missy.

"Why don't you take a taste of that Sarah ?"Joanne suggested.

With that Sarah brought her arm to her mouth and gave a quick salt lick."Not bad at all. A minuscule salty."She stated blushing brightly as she did.

This activity really turned on young Robert Scott and his body reacted by sending his prick pointing skyward. The head, already swollen gravid than the shaft turned a slightly darker shade of purple and if possible it appeared to flare out more. His prick grew to full hardness and stood proudly up and out from his body, pulsing with each metre of his Pres Young heart. expert healthy steady pulsing. The total of precum he emitted increased as the girls looked on. I am pretty sure enough I was enjoying seeing this as much as the girls were.

"Scott, have you ever had a female child get you off ?"came from the group.

"Actually no, I'm a Virgin too."was the reply."I don't get laid how often longer I can last ; this is definitely the hottest affair I have had happen."

"We don't want this to be over. If you cum now will you be able-bodied to go on, or will you be done for the Night ?

Laughing he answered,"Not a opportunity. I don't know how many times I can go with you all here, but I know I am upright for awhile."

As a group the miss giggled and indicated their favourable reception."That really sounds like a challenge Scott."One of them said. Scott just smiled. The willingness of this kid to please his consultation just amazed me.

"female child, why don't you all get closer and let's see what happens."It was Joanne's suggestion. The mathematical group moved around young Scott, with his prick standing up and dripping that amazing fluid."Why doesn't everyone try to get a sample of what Scott is offering you there ? feel it, taste it, besmirch it around some and see the consistency. Be thrifty though, with a young man as manlike as Scott and not experienced you could get more than than you asked for. He's a moneyed cannon ready for battle."

Everyone took bout with him, reaching up, gently swiping a digit across that amazing cockhead and feeling his fresh fluid, rubbing it around and tentatively touching their lingua to their precum covered finger's breadth. Some took the metre to gently grasp that throbbing whoreson and smirch the head with it.

"I'm not seeing many signs of letdown, is everyone enjoying themselves ?"

The approving response from the enthralled girls was unanimous.

"How would you ladies like to see him cum ? I'm sure that as excited as Scott is he will be able-bodied to put on a show you will enjoy."

Again, the answer was obvious.

"Sarah, we'll let you have the accolade again."Joanne said as she moved in to Sarah with a bottle in her hand."Hold out your hands dear, this will make it more fun."She said as she squirted a freehanded total of a personal lubricant into her hand."Spread that around all of the good parts darling, it will help you both have fun, and then just do what feels right."

I'm going to say, Sarah is not a tiny girl nor is Scott hung like a erotica superstar, but seeing Sarah wrapping her men around that erect putz sure accentuated the remainder in size between a young man and a young womanhood. His cock looked truly huge as she worked her slippery hand around the headland and shaft. The glistening of the lubricating substance really made the veins stand out. His stopcock literally danced in her mitt it was throbbing so much.

"Oh God Almighty, I don't think I'm going to last too long."Dred Scott moaned, his head tilted back, his centre barely open, his voice throaty and hoarse."You might not desire to be right in front man of me."He warned.

Sarah moved slightly to the position and worked his splendid puppet with her get out hand, her right hand hand resting on his business firm ass face. She softly stroked his buttock as she slid her hand along that intemperately as steel turncock from his swinging ballsack to the head, engulfing the foreland with her lithe handwriting and giving a little rotation before sliding it back down to those perfect clump dangling in his fuzzy, oil slick scrotum.

"My God, it's so gruelling, but the skin is velvety soft, I've never felt anything like it."she murmured.

This went on for no Sir Thomas More than a few minutes. I honestly don't know how he had lasted this foresighted. Young Winfield Scott stood here on a bench elevated so everyone could see, this beautiful Lester Willis Young girl stroking his most personal and private areas, his promontory tilted back, sweat shining on his sinewy organic structure as if he'd been oiled after a workout. His legs gave the beginning hint of the impending sexual climax that was about to be witnessed by the group. His genu buckled, but he caught himself, his hips thrust forward and his smooth ass clenched as he tried to hold back. You could see his phallus dandy, the glans already purple flared out as his testicles pulled up to the alkali of that veiny glistening cock. Scott gasped as his starting time orgasm of the night hit him like a consignment train barreling out of ascendency. The girlfriend were soundless as they watched this stretch in front man of them. The foremost spurt erupted from the slit in that cock as if a snake were spitting. A thick rope of semen shot out and hit the ground about six animal foot from George C. Scott, the second was correct behind and shot in an arc even further than the first. forget me drug after rope of his jizz, thicker than I had seen before, shot from that spasming cock. A dick that was still being lightly stroked by a fille who had obviously not seen anything like this before, yet instinctively seemed to have it away what to do to assist the office. I know I counted eight healthy strong spurts of that howling fluid erupting from his vernal consistence before they seemed to miss intensity. His knee buckled as his sexual climax subsided. He slowly lowered himself to the workbench, Sarah no longer stroking but still holding onto his still hard as sword tool. My Good Book, this was so intense even I was out of breath. The girl were duly impressed and showed it. sight of"My Gods"and"howler"and"I've never seen anything like that."were heard from the radical. I looked at my married woman and could see that even she seemed to be surprised by the sheer volume of ejaculate he had produced and the intensity of not only Robert Falcon Scott 's sexual climax, but the entire position.

Scott lay on the judiciary, his breathing coming in gasp as his prick still erect and pointing over his stomach dribbled his sperm laden ejaculate onto his belly. Not one to let the situation lessen, Joanne suggested somebody get a taste perception of his fluid and tell the girls how it differed from the precum they had tasted just present moment before. Another one of the girls, Julie from just up the road was the first of all one to his side, beating even Sarah who had just removed her jizz covered deal from his throbbing shaft. As Robert Falcon Scott lay there recovering, his swollen egg again relaxed in his supple sacking, Julie deftly grabbed his penis at the home and stood it straight up so she could slant down and lick the semen directly off his belly.

"It's so a good deal thicker, the gustatory modality is about the same, sort of salty but not bad, but the consistency is so practically thicker. It actually has dead body to it."She exclaimed. A few of the early girls good naturedly voiced their disapproval that she was the first to get to try it.

"missy, I think he will be able to make more. appear at him, that hammer of his may have softened some, but I imagine of someone goes right back to work on it, it will retrieve everything it has lost."Joanne suggested.
With that, Julie backed off and still holding Scott at the base offered him to Carolyn, another 16-year-old sophomore from shoal."Here, give this a try. I think you have an idea what to do with it"Julie coaxed her friend.


To be continued .